Okay people, gonna start putting my poems here and see what people have to say about them. This first poem is from 2-2-02. Enjoy!!!!
Rose of Misery
My Rose of Misery hangs at the head
of my bed encased in steel brs that
are cold and dreary
My Rose follows me wherever
I go and whomever I love
The blackened petals are full
of life and thrive only on the
pain of my thoughts as well as
my heart felt soul
The crinsom thorns prick my hands
if I come too close in awe of its
supernatural beauty
Just one touch of the sweet perfumed
petals and I know I could never let go
My blood would flow deeply from
the open wounds caused by my
Rose Of Misery
Rose of Misery
My Rose of Misery hangs at the head
of my bed encased in steel brs that
are cold and dreary
My Rose follows me wherever
I go and whomever I love
The blackened petals are full
of life and thrive only on the
pain of my thoughts as well as
my heart felt soul
The crinsom thorns prick my hands
if I come too close in awe of its
supernatural beauty
Just one touch of the sweet perfumed
petals and I know I could never let go
My blood would flow deeply from
the open wounds caused by my
Rose Of Misery
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Your poem is a little too cheery for my taste